God, I need out of here.Friday, I left. I went to town and drank the saloon dry, or I would have if they hadn't kicked me out first.Didn't stop me. Just bought two bottles, took them with me, and found a spot under one of the lanterns in town. No real reason to plop there. Happens to be where I collapsed. And I drank.And I forgot.Still don't remember every detail. I wish I did. Oh, how I wish I did. I remember ever detail of Mother's funeral. I wish I didn't remember that. I remember how more people showed up than I anticipated. How Lucien called me out in front of everybody. How we got into a shoving match right beside Mother's grave.How Lucien punched me in the jaw.Father had to break us up.How I accidently shoved Father, and he fell with his arm dangling in Mother's grave.How the townsfolk looked at me.How Colleen looked at me.Of course, she had reason—more reason than most—to look at me as she did. Because, earlier that morning, I’d woken up in her bed.Her beautiful bare body was snuggled next to mine.
